we've met b4

and I didn't like you the third time. so to hit, your fave bang peaced out-I've heard your gripes before and I don't give a shit. are you incredible? my bed time's long time forgotten and I am left with tips

ride like hell

I rode out late yesterday afternoon watching myself for over my right shoulder. dislocation or disembodiment for me is painful and reminiscent of a fractured youth. throttle open I started to think about choices.

I find that when i am purely responsive to life I lose focus and in my distraction begin to despair. I could have died today. I know that's true everyday but somedays more than others. swerving around the escalade making the illegal left my heart didn't skip a beat. my body is a map of my heart and my mind makes choices without my body's consent.

Misguided and Malcontent

Inside my head, I love you

My heart breaks on the stones of my mind

Hot points of steel against the valley of my hips

Map the trajectory of my ascent 

Against the odds to press against the sky

Sorrow's fractured shame

Hot nickel coats the back of my throat

No amount of remembering lets me forget

Something Like Heartbreak

I've taken to whiskey
and long-distance phone calls

Alone I am standing
against the wall

Waiting for someone to ask me to dance
the watermelon crawl